As we are all battling through the last remnants of winter, I find myself desperately looking for signs of spring. Whether it be a leaf bud swelling, a bulb pushing it’s head up through the mud or the return of the dawn chorus. It’s not far away. There are possibly another couple of months of fickle weather, cruelly cold one moment and teasingly warm the next. Some nights like tonight, I browse old pictures of the summer in previous years and yearn for the colour and gently easiness of it all. Here is a little reminder of the best bits.
Furnace Lane Allotment Summer 2011
From my garden in Lamberhurst
Kent woods in May
My daughter in our last garden around her first birthday, 2010